“Stop all that ’fore you break my seat with your big ass head,” Stacks joked as he approached us.
“Hey, Boss Man,” I greeted.
“’Sup, Cady. I got Laci working with you tonight... be nice, man,” he voiced.
“Mhm... I can’t make any promises. That barracuda looking bitch swears somebody is jealous of her. The fuck I look like being jealous of a bitch that looks like she needs to be thrown overboard.” That caused Stacks, Geno, and Janae to burst into laughter. They knew I wasn’t lying, though.
“Just try to be cool. I’ll be around for a while before I leave it to Geno,” he stated.
Once Stacks left, I made sure my side of the bar was ready to go. For the first hour or so I was busy, and I appreciated every minute of it until the pest I couldn’t seem to shake approached me.
“Damn, you ain’t wanna fuck with your boy that much you stayed down here with the regulars?” I rolled my eyes as I heard Titan’s sexy, yet annoying voice.
“I go where I’m assigned. Everyone doesn’t have the luxury to do as they please and not worry about the consequences,” I fired back.
“Damn, baby. I feel like I should be offended.” He flashed a smile.
“You should now what do you want? I have customers and you don’t usually be down here so it must be a bitch close by,” I snapped, annoyed at the jealously of my own voice.
“Shit, I want you, but you playing,” he flirted.
“Oop,” Janae instigated. “Now friend, I know you ain’t about to turn this fine ass, rich ass, nigga down?” she blurted.
I snapped my eyes in her direction. “Could you fucking not?” I seethed.
Before either of us could say anything, Laci brought her turtle head over and started her shit.
“Hey, baby. You need me to get you something?” She touched Titan’s hand as she spoke. He snatched it back so fast and frowned his sexy face at her.
“You can start by getting the fuck out my face. Your breath smells like you gargled with a gallon of expired nut.” He frowned. Me and Janae couldn’t hold our laughter if we wanted to. She was clearly embarrassed and had every right to be.
“Something funny?” She snapped.
“Hell, yeah,” Janae laughed.
Instead of a comeback, she stormed off like a toddler on the verge of a temper tantrum. When she was out of sight, Titan turned his attention back to me.
“So, you gone give me your number so I can take you out?” he asked.
“I’ll pass. I have no interest in being another headline,” I assured. He may have been fine and all, but he stayed in the headlines a little too much for me. I’d beat his big ass for trying to play with me.
“Damn, that’s cold, baby. You just gone shoot me down like that?” he feigned hurt.
“Absolutely... now if you’re not getting a drink, you need to leave so I can make room for my paying customers,” I sassed.
He stood there for a second before dipping his hand in his pocket and pulling out a few bills before placing them in front of me.
“That’s for your time. Have a good night, Tink.” He winked his eye before turning around and interacting with a fan and taking a few pictures.
“Bitch, are you slow or some shit?” Janae started. “That man just offered to take you on a date, and I have never heard Titan Samuels wining and dining these bitches. You need to give that man your number, and maybe that’ll solve your tuition issues.” She shrugged.
“Could you not broadcast my business to the entire bar?” I hissed, looking around to see if anyone heard her. When I turned around, Titan was staring at me with that sexy ass smirk on his face, and I wanted to knock it right off.
Janae was right, but I couldn’t use Titan for his money, even if all he did was run through random women. I had more respect for myself than that.
Titan ended up staying downstairs longer than I expected. I tried not to pay attention to him while I worked, but that was damn near impossible when every five minutes somebody was screaming his name or asking for a picture. The nigga had the entire section lit up like he was hosting a meet and greet.
“Friend...” Janae dragged while sipping her drink. “That man keeps looking over here at you.”
